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Our Roof - Jodi Jones

I have not been sat here in months thanks to you

And I've got to admit, I did miss the view,

The stars splattered across the blue-black sky

And the freckles across the paper-white skin

And the feeling of the gravel under my back

And the hand thrown across my thigh

And the sound of the cars as they drive by as we lie

And the sound of your breathing under my head

And the taste of the air

And the taste of you

And the smell of the petrol

And your perfume

And the sky and your skin

And the ground and your hand and you and you and you

I've got to admit I missed the view

Though the view looked far better with you


Image Credit: Yeshi Kangrang

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